Evangeline Characters Novels & Stories

Taking her hand in mine, I slightly bent to kiss her knuckles. Evangeline was a stunning girl of good height with brown bouncy blowout hair and large eyes the same color as her Dad. She had a straight barbell nose piercing and round carmine lips and was rather elegant in that blue Maude dress. Most importantly, she held a strong aura. There was no doubt that the Elders would approve of her. She smiled shyly, looking up at me under her lashes. “Then I must trouble you to take care of me.” A low growl came from Pete. My eyes snapped at him with warning as they narrowed and connected to his picotee blue eyes. He flinched, averting his gaze as I straightened and moved around the table to take th

Evan Shaw was famous for sticking to his principles. He was punctual, followed every rule, and never made exceptions. Yet when it came to going to City Hall to get married to Roxie Foster, he had stood her up eight times. The first time, his former underclassman, Sylvia Young, was returning after eight years abroad, and he had to pick her up from the airport. The second time, Sylvia accidentally burned her finger while cooking. The third time, Sylvia's son got sick. ... This was the eighth time. Once again, Evan didn't show up. He only called in a hurry and said, "Something came up. I'll be there." Roxie watched their number get skipped again and again until the clerk behind the window tappe

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

“How dare they deceive me?” He later tells his assistant to wheel him out, Andrews grandma signals to Evelyn that she should follow her husband. She smiles gratefully at her and hurries after her husband entering the car after him.

Then I reached down, pulling my pants down in an attempt to free my rock-hard cock that was already bulging and straining from my pants. But halfway down, my phone rang. For some reason, we both froze at the sound. I had no idea what had caused it but we both stopped at the sound. And before I could resume, a sharp, robotic voice cut through us. Incoming call... "Love of my life" is calling. Evangeline's body stiffened at the sound of that and in a split second, the vulnerable, needy look in her face vanished instantly. She slowly pulled herself away, searching for her dress. "You should answer that." Her voice was so quiet it shattered my heart.

The sweet, simple Evangeline had actually outmaneuvered them. Even the most innocent souls, it seemed, would learn a few tricks at the Dark Divine Holy Land. Evangeline burst in breathlessly, putting on quite the performance about resenting Cordelia's condescending attitude. She began shouting about the audacity of some bastard daughter from a mortal family to lord over a noble white crane. She wanted to join their revenge. Seraphina and Aurelius were caught off guard but pleased. Since Cordelia was already helpless, why not let someone else pile on the humiliation? It would make the show even better.

"Look what we got in the mail," Evangeline said, waving the card in hand in the air happily. It was one of those rare mornings when they both sat at the table and ate together. Gavin always rushed out in the morning, while Evangeline stayed in bed longer than she should.

“Then you better make damn sure you live. Because she doesn’t need a ghost chasing her Nathalie. She needs you.” The words landed like a blade turned sideways in my chest. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Her name was poison on my tongue, but Nathalie had dragged it back into the light, wielding it like a weapon. She thought it would cut Evangeline. Maybe it had. Maybe it would. But not in the way Nathalie believed. Evangeline wasn’t fragile porcelain. She was fire hidden under soft skin. She was stubbornness wrapped in grace. And Nathalie’s mistake was thinking Evangeline could be broken the way I had been.

Leah, the mother of Evangeline, enters the small environment changing her legs and with a paper bag in her hands. "Daughter!" Leah smiles wide and tries to hug the girl, who disengages. "That this! What was it?” Evangeline glanced at Felippa, who understood immediately. The girl smiles shyly at the older woman and gets up, going to the door. "If you change your mind, let me know.” Evie shakes her head, but she didn’t intend to borrow money from anyone. She had her own money. Her mother would have to give it back.

Wait, why was she thinking so ahead in the first place? "This conversation is over." Evan dismissed, freeing herself from Halton's hold. His face dropped. "It's okay." "I'm making pasta for dinner. You can have it and leave." She said as she shuffled into the kitchen, refusing to meet his eyes. It was like a jab in the heart. Why was she such a softy for this ruthless man anyway? Halton made himself comfortable on the sofa. "Understood." _______________ Evangeline heard Angela giggling in the living room. When she peeked in, she saw Halton carrying her on his shoulders. He was pretending to be an airplane for her and she was flying around the world sitting on her Dada's shoulders.